Tonight I'm gonna give you all my love in the backseat~!

Victor:*gag* A-Are you singing…Gwen Stefani!

Only because it's stuck in my head! ಠ_ಠ

Victor: That's it, I FORBID you to write until you delete that crap from your playlist!

W-WAIT! I…I just HAVE to listen to it! I-It's gettin' my creative juices flowing, y'know?

Victor:…You sicken me.

ಥ~ಥ… Y-Y-…*runs off to angst corner* (Everyone has one)

Yayaoi was tired.

Exhausted.

Beat.

Grumpy.

Restless.

Snappy.

Too tired to fall asleep.

Angry that she was too tired to fall asleep.

Tired from being angry.

Angry from being tired.

And this was just the result of working for a week with Victor.

Sure, the first few days had been great, she was keeping up with his bossy pace and was completing everything done within the given time to do them. But as time wearied on, so did Yayaoi's pace and vigor. Now, on the seventh day, she was doing everything possible to keep herself awake for these last few papers she had to sign off. Her eyes were hurting from the lack of sleep, and every time she blinked, it burned like a someone had put a hot spoon to her eyelids, and her hand cramped everytime she wrote. Overall, she wanted to get this done as soon a possible. So, writing as fast and as neatly as she could, she signed off the last piece of paperwork in Victor's name, sighing in relief as she set it on top of the small stack next to her.

"Thank god for break time."

"My goodness, Yayaoi! You look like a zombie!" , Leslie exclaimed as she watched her poor college drag herself into the cream colored break room, drawing everyone's attention. Yayaoi gave a bleary smile. Her eyes were a subtle green today.

"I feel like one too…"

"Don't worry. Coffee will take care of that!", Angie chirped enthusiastically, grabbing a small foam cup before pouring Yayaoi some hot coffee, "What would you like, Yayaoi?"

"The usual…a little more sugar though…", she mumbled, walking over to the table before slumping into one of the chairs, " My body is currently on it's hands and knees, begging me to just sleep…."

"Hey! One week is pretty amendable! I thought you'd only survive three days!", Tyler exclaimed. His trademark grin faded away from his face as Yayaoi gave him a dangerous glare.

"Tyler, if you say one more smart remark I'm wringing your skinny little neck…"

"Yeesh! You really ARE hanging out with Victor too much! Look, your practically speaking for him!", Tyler shivered, backing slowly behind Leslie who just laugh.

"Come now, you can't expect her to be all happy and cheery after having to work non-stop for a whole week! Cut her a little slack, Tyler!"

"Anyone who works day in and day out is naturally going to be grumpy…", Angie said sympathetically, ripping two more packs of sugar and pouring them into the caramel colored coffee, "Oh shoot, they didn't restock on creamer…Yayaoi do you want milk or…Yayaoi?"

Everyone's conversations fell silent as they heard a small snore.

Leslie chuckled softly as she gazed at the sight before her.

Closing her eyes for just a second, Yayaoi had fell asleep straight up in the chair, a small trail of drool trailed down her chin. Angie had to contain her squeal, she looked just like a child!

"Should we wake her up…?", Tyler whispered to Leslie, she shook her head.

"Give her five minutes, she deserves at least that much."

"Hello, Simon…", Yayaoi said in a fake cheery voice, crouching down to slowly wave to the small turtle who only hissed in response. She always believed that to be his 'Hi' back.

Who knew Victor had a pet turtle?, Yayaoi mused as she gave a quick smile to the retreating turtle before heading to her chair.

Throughout the days , Yayaoi, despite Victor's demise, had been continuously buying things that would make the lab "more comfortable" for her and Victor. For one, she had bought two new swivel chairs, complete with arm rest and plushy cushions. Next, she had bought a big comforter blanket and some (very soft) pillows for those all-nighters. In her experiences of a week, she knew that perhaps her and Victor slept more in the lab than in a bed, so it seemed logical to at least have some…bed attire(as Yayaoi put it) for those times. She even went as far as to buy two personal mugs for them. To Victor's dismay, she had bought a porcelain mug that had a grumpy-looking turtle on it who was taking a drag of a cigarette. For herself, she had bought a similar mug that had big bold letters stating, "ENTER THE DRAGON", with a dragon swirling around the cup. Victor always asked(interrogated was more like it) why she had gotten that particular mug, but she always diverted the question , saying it was 'a conversation for another day'. Even though it seemed very small, Yayaoi's small gifts seem to make Victor's mood lighten a bit even when he was his grumpiest.

With a small 'hmp', Yayaoi had harshly plopped her rear onto the nice cushioned seat, and began working on the next round of work meticulously with the 'tick tock' of the clock on the wall. She sighed loudly. It was another one of those boring days when it seemed like Caduceus was non-existent , and it just seemed to make Yayaoi's mood worsen. Nothing to do today but paperwork, paperwork, and damn what do you know, more paperwork. Just like every other day.

Yayaoi absently turned to stare at Simon. Her face scrunched.

"All you have to do is be cute and treats you like blood…", she spat out, Simon hissed back in response, "Oh don't give me that sweet talk, Simon! You nearly bit off my finger when I tried feeding you your favorite snack!", another hiss, "Whadya mean carrot isn't your favorite treat?", a hiss, "CELERLY?", hiss, "Well I'm sorry that Doctor Niguel can't be here to pamper your little small ass all the time! I'm here too y'know, Simon! So we're going to have to start liking each other to a point, alright? Besides, I saw you-", she stopped herself, turning back to her lab bench. Her hands subconsciously came up to cradle her head.

OKAY…Calm down…your talking to a turtle…A TURTLE, Yayaoi…He is an animal, you're a person…you cannot talk to animals…animals don't talk…No Doctor Doolittle...

Another round of hisses could be heard. To Yayaoi it sounded like he was snickering at her. She turned back around, her eyes down to angry slits.

"Oh, Shut up, Simon! You're worse than me! You're a turtle who's talking to a human who thinks she can talk to a freakin' turtle who thinks he can talk to a HUMAN!
BUT SHE CAN'T BECAUSE SHE ISN'T DOCTOR FREAKIN' DOOLITTLE!"

"And I come to my generally sane lab to see this…?"

Yayaoi froze. She could feel the burn of emberassment on her cheeks as she looked up to meet Victor's amused expression.

"A…Ah… Doctor Niguel, I was-"

"Victor", Victor interrupted, "I told you to call me Victor. I don't really like you talking to me with formality."

"Right…Victor, I was-"

"Don't even say it", he interrupted again, "Don't wanna know. Do you have the reports I asked you to get?"

Yayaoi nodded, "Yes. They're right next to the paperwork pile on the left."

Victor gave a small smile of satisfaction, "Alright. Good Work."

A coy smile spread across Yayaoi's blushing face, a warm feeling spread throughout her body; her first compliment! Oh, how she waited for such words to grace her. Yes, it looked like she was godding it a bit but...It might have been a small, insignificant desire, but Yayaoi had always wanted to get a compliment from her boss when she would take on her professional job. She had just gotten her wish. 'Who knew a few words could make you feel good inside?'

"Hey, I'm going to get some coffee, want some?", Victor questioned, snapping Yayaoi out of her blissy trance.

"Oh, No thanks, I just had some", she politely declined, Victor shrugged.

"Whatever."

Yayaoi stilled, waiting for Victor to walk down the halls and out of sight.

…

...

….Perfect. She had been waiting for this moment the whole day!

Grinning deviously, she spun around giddily and carefully crouched down to the floor. Slowly inching her way to the mini-fridge, she opened it quickly, grabbing a small box from behind some left-over salsa. She looked around cautiously, making sure no one had been passing through the hallways at that time. She sighed, no one was there. She got up and walked over to her desk while slowly opening the box, showing what it contained. In the box was a small cup was a thick clear translucent liquid, some deep blue food coloring in an eyedropper, and a small glass mixing spoon. A small project it was, but for what? Well…that was a secret.

'Even though Victor said no…', she scolded herself, 'Oh….but It's just too fun…'

Yayaoi had remembered that on the first day, Victor had told her strictly that she could do no experiments what so ever unless he had approved it and if it was helping the progress of medicine, no acceptations.

Just two simple rules, Yayaoi could follow them perfectly, right?

Wrong.

Every single proposal, suggestion, and plead had been shot-down almost immediately after Yayaoi had asked to do an experiment. Victor just bluntly states 'no', and that's the end of it. No questions. Not even when Yayaoi had volunteered to help him with an experiment he was working on, he still said no. She knew on a level that he would have said yes to anything else, but when it came to experiments, it was the same thing everytime.

'Perhaps he just hates me…', Yayaoi thought.

'Nah, he would've gotten rid of me days ago…'

Turning on the Bunsen burner, she gripped the small cup, hovering it over the small burning flame. She waited, removing it only when it had started to bubble. Gently placing the hot cup onto a small wash cloth, she began to grab the eyedropper. As her fingers grazed across the rubbery tip, she froze.

Crap…Nature calls...

She groaned, her eyes scanned the hallways carefully. She sighed in relief.

No Victor…yet. His little coffee breaks were less than a few minutes, maybe a few more if he got distracted(which rarely happened), so she had to act fast to finish this. Forgetting to close the door, she scurried out into the hall, her head flashing left and right, spotting her savior as she look to the right. A Woman's washroom, utterly deserted. Smiling, Yayaoi rushed passed the doors to relieve her bladder.

If only she noticed that a certain blonde was passing through the hallway at the exact moment she sprinted into the restroom.

"Maaan…There's nothing to do today…", Tyler whined, scooting his sneakers on the tile flooring, making a high pitched 'squeak' echo into the desolate third floor.

And as if the gods had heard his plea, a shinning door of hope was opened.

To be more specific, the opened door to Victor's lab.

The look on Tyler's face could only be described in one word:

Mischief.

Carefully as he could he glided his way to the defenseless doorway, gazing into the nicely air-conditioned room. His smile widened.

No one there. Completely empty. This is too good to be true!

Wait…

Tyler backed up unexpectedly, his eyes scanning every nook and cranny around the door.

Perhaps… Victor did this on purpose.

Yes, on purpose.

He probably knew, since this was the day everyone gets bored( even Dr. Hoffman and Sidney play paper basketball with a plastic cup on these days), that Tyler would naturally come here to do the one thing he loved to do when he was bored.

Annoy the living shit out of Victor till he wanted to splash acid on his pants.

Well not annoy, more like try have a human conversation, but to Victor's recluse point of view, It was trying to 'distract and annoy'.

So…he must have gotten bored himself and decided up a plan in which he'd booby-trap the lab and leave it innocently open for Tyler stupidly walk in!

An evil yet perfect plan!

"I'm watching too much Black vs. White…", Tyler groaned, dismaying the thought as 'not malicious enough for Victor' before promptly walking into the lab, tensing as he stopped in the middle of the room.

…

Okay…so a refrigerator didn't just randomly spawn out and crush him at 120 mph.

"Definitely watching too much…", Tyler chuckled as he began his little tour around the lab, poking at interesting instruments and containers while taking the time to stop occasionally and pick up things that really caught his interest to get a better look.

"I almost forget how this saves people…", Tyler murmured, watching what seemed to be moving green mold, "If only Victor would let just let me…help him with something…"

And as fate would have it, Tyler, at that exact moment, had seen something shinny in the corner of his eye.

And by scientific rules, it's important. (I'll get sniped for that one later.)

Tyler turned to the light to find a burning bunsen burner and a small box that looked like it came from a doughnut shop, but that wasn't what was shinning...

It was Yayaoi's experiment.

Dropping the weird mold, his eyes were glued to the small burning flame as he made his way over to Yayaoi's lab bench, grabbing the small container of liquid before starting back at the flames.

Hmmm…Flame…container full of weird stuff…flame…container… flame…container…flame…container…connect the two…

"She must have wanted to burn it!", Tyler cried out cheerfully as his brain finally processed the information. Spilling some of the bubbling liquid he quickly hovered it above the small flickering flame, watching the liquid churn and pop as it got more and more heated. It became so hot that soon the clear liquid was silky thin and boiling, with a new caramel-glaze hue to it. To Tyler it looked like honey and was even tempted to stick his finger in it and lick. But he decided against it after he got a whiff of the burning liquid.

Then the unexpected happened.

He didn't even hear Yayaoi burst through the doors of the women's bathroom or her jogging back into what she thought was the empty lab. Only until she had gasped did he turn around, the gripping shock evident in both of their faces.

One was of surprise.

Another was of fear.

"W-What…What are you doing…?", Yayaoi breathed out, her voice became unusually dark. Tyler shuddered, dropping the container down immediately.

"N-Nothing…I was….just…leaving!

As he formed the words, he was already sprinting out of the lab and down the hallway where he decided to use the stairs instead of the elevator.

Yayaoi stared awkwardly down the hall, watching Tyler almost stumble on his own two feet as he rushed down the stairs as if he was running for his life.

Little did he know he was going to very soon.

Sighing, Yayaoi turned back to her experiment, not noticing the now burnt and boiling the liquid was. With one swift move, she had grab the eyedropper that held highly concentrated blue food coloring. She smirked gleefully, turning her head around to glare daggers at Simon as she pinched the rubber tip.

"Ha~ See? I can disobey your master without any consequences but you -", Yayaoi stopped abruptly as she heard a sickening rumble from behind. With her quick reflexes, she spun her head back and looked down.

"Ah, Victor! Decide to take a break?", Derek questioned as he gave a warm smile to Victor. He grunted in response.

"Hey, where's Yayaoi?", Leslie questioned, taking another sip of her coffee as she looked behind Victor, "She usually comes with you…"

"I left Yayaoi to finish off whatever she's doing…", he said, placing his own mug under the coffee maker.

"You know Victor you should give her at least a day off…", Angie sighed sadly, "She fell asleep on the chair when she closed her eyes for just a second", she had gave him a glare, emphasizing on her last words, he challenged her back with his stare.

"I'm only giving enough work to keep her occupied and away from me as much as I possible so I can do my work without any…..", he trailed off, Angie's glare turned murderous. He cleared his throat, swallowing down a nervous tingle.

The one thing Victor had learned last month was a very true, and at times, useful fact.

Never piss off Angela Thompson.

He heard the story from a still hyped up Leslie, who said her, Angie, Derek, and idiot Tyler had been out to just have a small drink after a very stressful day. Yet they couldn't seem to sit down without having the same bulky man continuously try to talk to Angie, and at some points- hit on her. To put it nicely, Angie was getting angry, but she always find some sane part of her to tell him politely 'no' and continue on with her drink. It was only until he left his grimy hands explore her hair did she really 'unleash the beast', as Leslie said. In a flurry of motions, Angie had turned around, gripped the man's wrist, twisted it in a jerking motion before kicking his groin and promptly giving him a right-straight smack dab into his nose.

He was was beaten senseless, to say the least.

Ever since then, Victor had never looked at Angie the same way again when she was in an angry mood.

He didn't want to risk loosing a hand.

"Your work should be her work as well!", Angie scolded, raising her hand to point an accusing finger at Victor, "She should be helping you, assisting you, not working as your slave! Remember, she's human, not a robot you can order around that will follow your every wish! It's the whole entire reason she came here to Caduceus! How would you like it if all you did was paperwork?", she finished her sentence with a triumphant smirk, her eyes meeting Victor's annoyed ones.

"Yes, mother.", Victor growled out, "Can I go now?"

Just as Angie was about to retort with a smart comeback, a loud and mortified inhuman scream- no, shriek, resonated through the walls of the break room. The high pitched shriek soon turned into a dark roar and then back into a scream.

And just at that moment, Tyler burst through the door, jumping on top a stunned Victor who was now on the floor.

"Tyler just what are you doing?", Victor seethed out, his anger now rising in seconds.

His anger vanished into nothing though, when he saw the look on Tyler's face.

It was as if God had just smitten him down into the fiery depths of hell, never to return.

It was truly the look of pure horror.

"Victor, dude, man, please-", Tyler scrambled out, his voice trembling.

"'I'll do anything, man. Anything. Just please, I'm begging you for the love of god please! I shall never mess around with you for as long as I am breathing! Just please don't let her find me-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!", another shriek , it sounded closer though, making Tyler whimper in fear.

Victor knew that voice. No mistaking it.

"La CHASSE de TYLER VOUS BAISEZ MORT! FAITES VOUS M'ENTENDEZ! ? MORT! JE VAIS VOUS TROUVER, ARRACHER VOTRE TÊTE ET LE POUSSER EN HAUT VOTRE ÂNE FICHU ET BURRY VOUS 12 pieds SOUS DONC VOUS NE TOUCHEREZ JAMAIS AVEC MOI DE NOUVEAU!"

Fluent French. It was Yayaoi alright.

Along the timeline of one week, Victor had found out a few interesting 'fun facts' about Yayaoi. For one, she loved watermelon, and hated cantaloupe. One of her favorite movies was a movie she hadn't known the name of for three years, and she dislikes movies who over use the usage of corn syrup(Victor had chuckled at that). She was half Japanese, half French, and would say…'rude words' in French, and it would always be on a level. If she was still speaking English with a few words of French, she was just a little upset. If little English words were produced, then she was pretty ticked off. Now, no English words said in the whole sentence…

Let's just say she was a boiling kettle that just lost her top.

"J'ESPÈRE QUE LESLIE S'APPRÊTE À TROUVER UN NOUVEAU PETIT AMI À MOINS QU'ELLE NE VEUILLE JUSQU'AU PRÉSENT un CORPS!"*

Angie gasped, bringing a hand up to her mouth. Derek turned and looked at her with morbid curiosity.

"You…know what she's saying?", Derek asked silently as another round of French was heard. Angie shook her head slowly.

"You don't want to know…"

Tyler turned to look at Victor, his face looked like he was on the verge of tears. He was desperate as desperate could be.

"Please please please please please please please please!"

Before Victor could even think about replying to Tyler's request, the door was slammed open with a loud 'BANG'.

Tyler looked back, and immediately wish he hadn't.

Now inside the cream-colored break room was a seething, raving, livid, shaking with blinding rage Yayaoi, her light hazel eyes burning into the depth of Tyler's soul.

She was angry- no, she was furious. She was ready to beat him down till her arms fell off. Hell, she was so incredibly angry, her face had turned blue!

….Literally.

"Tyler Chase….", Leslie whispered so silently, she almost didn't hear herself, "What have you done…?"

Yayaoi's face was in fact, blue. Which could have been the new understatement of the year.

It was more than blue, it was navy blue, the deepest shade of blue you had ever seen. It almost looked purple, but that could have just been the combination of angry flushed cheeks. Her lips, eye lashes, tongue, ears…everything was blue.

"Tyler…", Yayaoi whispered menacingly, her voice alone made him shiver, "I look… like a fucking smurf… What…did…you….do?"

Tyler was a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing as if he were saying something, yet nothing came. He was too mortified that one, he had probably screwed up a major experiment, and two,

Yayaoi was so going to kick his ass.

"You know what…it doesn't matter….", Yayaoi chuckled darkly, walking at a sickening slow pace before grabbing Tyler's shirt so hard her knuckles turned white, "Because we're going to have a little chat…."

With that being said, Yayaoi had proceeded to drag a now kicking and screaming Tyler out of the break room before closing the door quietly.

It only took a few seconds before the begging pleas and cries from Tyler became full-fledge blood curdling howls of pain.

The sound of something ripping could be heard, and Victor's eyes widened.

She really was tearing him limb from limb.

"Would you…really…date Tyler if he was a corpse?"*, Angie whispered to Leslie.

She turned to her, "What?"

"Nothing…"

A final 'RIIIIP' was heard, and a now (blue)cheerful Yayaoi came in the same way she came out, but instead she drug in a mummified Tyler.

...Literally.

Angie gasped, turning around to try and hide her fits of giggles. Leslie's mouth somehow twitched up into a full blown smile, Derek was laughing to his hearts content, and Victor's mouth couldn't drop any lower.

On the ground was Tyler, his whole entire body wrapped in gorilla duct tape.

Anywhere from the tip of his toes to the top of his head, he was covered.

"Leslie!", Yayaoi chirped, "I ask you that you don't release Tyler from his punishment until my face is completely cleared of blue-", she looked down at Tyler, "Which won't be until a days, so have fun getting food through an IV."

"Y-Yes!", Leslie answered back, gaining a hurt look from Tyler.

"L-Leslie! You can't be serious!", a squirming Tyler cried out, "I won't live that long till the blue wears out! My skin will become old and wrinkly and I'll never get to go surfing this summer!"

"Oh, look like a missed a spot…", Yayaoi quietly said, crouching down before she smacked the last piece of duct tape onto Tyler's mouth.

"MMPH! MMMMPPH! MMMMM!"

"You may release that piece when I'm out of hearing range."

So, with a smile and a small bow, Yayaoi excused herself and began walking back to the lab. She decided to use the stairs, she found it much easier and quicker.

And following right behind her was a very baffled and speechless Victor.

Besides Angie's constant giggles and Tyler's muffled cries, silence ensued.

"…Are you really going to keep him in that duct tape?", Derek finally asked, Leslie shrugged.

"You wanna be the one who rips off all that tape and hear Tyler whine and cry about every single pull you make?"

"...Sorry Tyler, your on your own…For goodness sakes Angie stop laughing!"

"I-I'm so sorry...b-but...He...he looks like a mixture of...Terminator and R-Return of the Mummy! Oh, Oh, Let me get a picture of this!"

…

Victor:…

….

Victor: Sigh…Arcana…I'm…sorry, alright?

….

Victor: Your really not going talk because I said you sicken me?

….

Victor: Oh Come on!

Sidney: Congratulations, you idiot. You have just silenced the writer.

Victor: I-I didn't think she'd take it seriously!

Sidney: Please, she takes everything of you seriously. So I guess we'll have to use the only one replacement for Arcana…

Amy: Heya, everyone! It's time for a quick author note!

Victor: Oh dear lord ARCANA PLEASE I'M SORRY!

Amy: Since Arcana is currently still in her angst corner, I'll be your replacement author for as long as she's in the corner! SO, as Arcana has written down for us…

'Haha, bluey smirfy Yayaoi…for some reason that makes me hungry for that blueberry muffin cereal. A cookie for anyone who knows the brand name. You have know freakin' IDEEA how much I had changed this. At first I was going to have the bonding scene with Victor and Yayaoi, but I decided to wait a chapter…or two, and stick a hilarious bonding…weelll I wouldn't call it bonding…but a scene with Tyler and Yayaoi. TRUST ME. They could become best friends :D '

Amy: Yes! And as the author would say, reviews greatly appreciated, and everyone had a great day!

Sidney: Night.

Amy: Yeah yeah whatever….

*: If ya'll wanted to know, Yayaoi's basically saying, 'I hope Leslie's ready to find a new boyfriend unless she wants to date a corpse!', so Angie comically has to ask the question 'Would you really date Tyler if he was a corpse?XD' Lol. As for the other things...it's best not said:D